Wu Guang paused, revealing the figure of Rakshasa.
puff!
Rakshasa spurted out a large mouthful of blood, his face turned pale, his mouth was torn open, dripping with blood, and he couldn't even hold the scimitar and it flew away!
"Escape first!"
"This man is too powerful and cannot be defeated!"
"You have to deal with it and find another opportunity!"
Rakshasa reacted very quickly, and all these thoughts flashed through his mind instantly.
call!
The Rakshasa's flesh wings fluttered, the wind howled, and it burst out with huge power, trying to fly into the air and escape.
Normally, if both sides fight head-on, there will inevitably be a pause in strength.
But waves of ocean waves came from Su Zimo's body. His strength was exhausted, but he suddenly felt a force of regeneration, like a tidal wave!
This is the power of the tide!
Su Zimo's expression was cold and his movements never stopped.
With the power of the tide force, he stepped forward, the sword turned, and the blade trembled slightly, as if ripples of blood were rising in the void!
Bloody ripples touched Rakshasa's throat lightly.
These two swords, one strong and one soft, seemed to have no stagnation at all, like flowing clouds and flowing water.
Rakshasa's tall body could not escape from the range of Su Zimo's sword!
puff!
A huge column of blood spurted out!
A ferocious head was thrown high, scattered with scarlet blood, and the Rakshasa's headless body fell to the ground helplessly, twitching unconsciously.
The battlefield suddenly became silent.
No one expected that the fight between the Rakshasa clan and Su Zimo would end like this.
No one thought that this Rakshasa would be killed by Su Zimo with two swords!
In the eyes of others, this process is short and simple.
But no one knew that Su Zimo could kill the Rakshasa in front of him by using at least three kinds of trump cards!
He died unjustly.
The Rakshasa commander stared at Su Zimo with his dark eyes, and said slowly: "Don't worry, I won't let you die so easily! I will torture you little by little and make you miserable!"
The Rakshasa commander's smile became even more sinister. He waved his hand and said, "Tie him up and kill the rest. No one will be spared!"
"As you command!"
Many Rakshasa behind him agreed in unison.
"During the war, I may not be able to take care of you, so be careful!"
Su Zi glanced sideways slightly and warned the little fat man and others.
This battle is more dangerous than ever before!
Even Su Zimo didn't have any confidence in his heart.
Not to mention the Rakshasa commanders and the god clan commanders who can kill the True Monarch Nascent Soul, it would be difficult to deal with more than a hundred Rakshasa if they attack at the same time!
Ye Ling's expression changed, his eyes flickering.
After a while, Eidolon seemed to have made a decision.
"Brother, I will take action soon and fight alongside you!"
Eidolon didn't speak.
But his voice sounded in Su Zimo's mind.
You know, Ye Ling is only a spiritual beast in the Golden Core Realm, but he actually knows the secret technique of sound transmission that can only be unleashed by True Lord Yuanying!
Su Zimo took a deep look at Ye Ling.
He was almost certain that there was a secret in Ye Ling.
Moreover, this secret cannot be seen from the light!
Eidolon had been fighting with the Rakshasa tribe before, even one against four, and one against five.
But at this time, the words "fighting side by side" seemed to have an unusual meaning when they came out of Ye Ling's mouth.
"kill!"
Many Rakshasa figures flashed, and dozens of black lights scattered in the void, rushing towards Su Zimo from all directions, arriving in an instant.
Such an offensive, even if it were Nascent Soul True Monarch, he might not be able to escape unscathed!
Su Zimo's expression remained as usual, and he swung the blood-tempered sword and unfolded the sword skills in the Dinghai Scroll and the Shura Sword one by one.
The force of the knife is endless, airtight, and it is difficult to get in even if you splash water!
The Rakshasa tribe is very smart and extremely talented in fighting.
Realizing that Su Zimo was powerful, he naturally would not challenge him head-on, but would just continue to circle around.
On the battlefield, Su Zimo's figure almost disappeared, and everything around his body was shrouded in blood, forming a huge blood-colored light shield!
In the sky, black lights were swirling and flying, and they kept sprinting, trying to break through the defense of the blood-colored light shield, but they repeatedly failed.
"It will be detrimental to Su Zimo if it continues like this."
"Yes, Su Zimo needs a lot of energy and concentration to perform this kind of sword technique, and he doesn't dare to relax at all, while the Rakshasa clan is just flying in the air, waiting for work, and is almost invincible!"
The faces of Zhenjun Yujun and the three others looked worried, and their hearts were anxious.
If Su Zimo can't break the game, I'm afraid he will die from exhaustion!
On the other side, there were more than thirty Rakshasa who rushed towards the little fat man and others.
Everyone looked solemn.
Su Zimo can block the attacks of dozens of Rakshasa, but each of them can resist one or two Rakshasa, which is already the limit.
What's more, Linghu was seriously injured in the fight just now.
The monkey released its bloody eyes, its violent state had disappeared, its strength had weakened, and the injury on its chest was so severe that it was almost unable to fight anymore.
There are only a few people who can truly resist Rakshasa.
Their situation is no better than Su Zimo!
Little Fatty, Lin Xuanji, and Ji Yaojing stood up and stood in front of everyone, with firm eyes, looking forward to death!
Monkeys, spirit tigers and other monsters also struggled to stand up without fear.
Looking at the figures in front of them, the more than 50,000 monks had complicated expressions, and in the depths of their eyes, there was more or less a hint of shame.
They are known as the 'prodigies', but now they are frightened by the aliens, and they even rely on these monsters to protect them!
For the first time, everyone felt that they were worthy of the word "Tianjiao".
More than thirty Rakshasa swooped in, carrying an irresistible pressure that seemed to be able to tear everything in front of them into pieces!
Under this pressure, the three little fat guys had sweat on their foreheads, their spirits were extremely tense, and their arms were trembling slightly.
The golden elixir vision of the three people has collapsed.
Although the Heavenly Demon Dance is Fairy Linglong’s secret skill, it cannot stop the killing attacks of so many Rakshasa!
Although Lin Xuanji had many methods, he felt hopeless and powerless at this time.
suddenly!
Just when the three of them were about to give up, a ghostly figure rushed out from behind the three of them and bumped into more than thirty Rakshasas without slowing down!
"ah!"
There were bursts of exclamations from the crowd.
who
Who is this, desperate for his life
Could it be that he wanted to use his body to delay the Rakshasa clan's killing spree
This is ridiculous!
While many monks were thinking wildly, this figure had already collided with more than thirty Rakshasa!
Poof!
Almost at the moment of collision, blood mist filled the air!
This figure disappeared completely, and seemed to have been beaten into a pulp.
But the next moment, the cultivators were in an uproar!
In mid-air, a corpse unexpectedly fell down!
This is the body of Rakshasa!
There were five more finger holes on the corpse's head, and smelly brain matter was still flowing on them.
This Rakshasa has died of anger!
"this… "
Many monks were stunned, their minds were in chaos, and they had not yet figured out what was going on.
In mid-air, the figure that had disappeared reappeared, like a ghost, passing by a Rakshasa, stretched out his palm and grabbed it, the speed was astonishingly fast!
Click!
This Rakshasa's throat was scratched to pieces by this palm, his life was cut off, and he died on the spot!
"It's Eidolon!"
Qingqing exclaimed.
Under the night, killing comes!